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Pep Talk
But the next day, my little era of carelessness suddenly comes to an end. I’m sitting behind my desk, eating breakfast in peace, when suddenly I hear a soft knock on my door. I ignore it, knowing that it’s probably one of them again. I’m not answering. There’s no way in hell. When I suddenly hear the knob turning, I freeze. s**t. I didn’t lock the door yet, because someone always comes to retrieve my tray after I finish eating. Then, I realize I’m sitting in my pajamas, my hair’s a mess because I haven’t combed it in three days, and I can’t remember if I last washed it on Friday or Saturday. I practically jump to my feet, knocking over my chair and curse loudly enough for anyone outside to hear. Great. You know what, it’s completely fine. They should know that I’m a complete wreck becaus
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